crumpets -> RE: So, maybe I could have been more diplomatic (1/17/2016 7:36:06 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Andalusite I agree that a lot of things are non-verbal and part of the give-and-take. However, that didn't apply to Mr. Handsy McCreeperston in the original incident, since there weren't any signals going on, because they couldn't see him until he tried to touch the bottom's bottom! Without naming names, someone kindly wrote to me to ask me to strongly consider if "I" was the person who was potentially almost violated, how would "I" feel about it? Following through on this thought experiment in empathy, when I swapped myself into the sub's space, a whole different feeling instantly washed over me, from head to toe, like a sudden wind shifting unexpectedly from one direction to a completely different tack. That thought experiment on empathy worked instantly on me because I mentally put myself in those shoes, where LP or any particular Domme had, for example, restrained me bent over, perhaps wearing a humbler, where my butt was exposed while she melted votive candles on me (or whatever). Instantly, as I put myself in the highly vulnerable sub's shoes, I was instantly thinking, the last thing that I would want to be in my head space would be to want to worry about the "customers" violating me. In my good head space, I would want to be able to TRUST that the Domme would ensure my safety (and that the HOUSE would ensure my safety too! And that the customers would RESPECT my safety!) In fact, as I thought about it more, putting myself literally in the shoes of the person LP was playing with, I realized the LAST thing I'd want to be worried about is that I'm in danger of being touched or molested by customers of the house (especially since I, myself, have been trailed by lurkers, some of whom had their wanker out, disgustingly dripping, way back in the days of NYC clubs). In this thought experiment, I would want the Domme first, to ensure I am not violated, and then the house, and if that didn't happen, then the whole headspace of me (and of the Domme too, if she cared about me) would be upset. So, I realize now it's a delicate balance, and it's a safety and basic rights issue, that I totally ignored in my incorrect attempt prior to elevate the discussion to "all women" or to "all men". quote:
ORIGINAL: Andalusite I think it was more common for women to do that sort of thing without being verbally clear 20 or 40 years ago than it is now, at any rate. Regardless, just because it worked on her doesn't mean it is the right approach for all men toward all women, especially ones they haven't even talked with yet, like Mr. Lurker. In reality, I was generalizing from A SINGLE EXPERIENCE to "all women" and "all men", which was utter folly on my part. Even worse, I only realized, after thinking hard about this over the past few hours, that what CONFUSED me most, was that this was, actually, a FLR that I had NEVER REALIZED existed until this very moment, oh so many years later. No wonder I was confused! I only now realize that I was really following Debbie's lead the entire time (and the entire 3 years we were boyfriend and girlfriend, now that I think about it). Sure, I did everything I could for her but, for the most part, she picked me (out of plenty of guys, considering the school had only recently converted from all boys to coed). That first night we had met, I liked her, but, she also liked me, so, I think, only now, I realize, she probably had in her mind everything that happened, and I was just playing along, it turns out - even though I THOUGHT I was the one in control! Whenever I didn't play along, she gave me signals to return to the quest. When I stopped (after she told me to stop), I was then confused that she wanted me to go on. This happened quite a few times, so, it wasn't an accident on her part I think. I'm only now (belatedly) realizing she led me, like a pet is led on a leash, even though there was no physical leash involved! I think THAT is why I was so very very very confused (thinking back on this, many years later). She was so much in control that she even decided the dates. For example, once she even had a friend leave a 20-dollar bill near a washing machine since both of us habitually did our wash together, and when I found the money cleverly laid for me to find, she suggested I take my girlfriend out to dinner (I only found out about this plan much later, but it worked and we had a lovely dinner together with wine, which was my first ever at a restaurant). We must have been stronger together than alone though, because she flunked out of college AFTER I left for graduate school, but, I made sure she was prepared for her tests when we were both undergraduates, as I would check out her schedule and make sure I had her books with me (no Internet in those days, so, most studying was from books). Anyway, it was a mistake for me to equate my first confusing experience with what I now just realized (only now) was a FLR, to all men and all women. Worse, I should have made it clear that I never thought that what the lurker did as explained by LP, was at all appropriate, as it was not in the least (where the thought experiment doubly underscored that error, like a whip hitting the same spot twice, only harder the second time during the impromptu thought experiment).
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